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Cast. How now, Hieronimo, where’s your fellows, That you take all this pain? Hier. O sir, it is for the author’s credit, To look that all things may go well. But, good my lord, let me entreat your grace,5 To give the king the copy of the play: This is the argument of what we show. Cast. I will, Hieronimo. Hier. One thing more, my good lord. Cast. What’s that? Hier. Let me entreat your grace10 That, when the train are pass’d into the gallery, You would vouchsafe to throw me down the key. Cast. I will, Hieronimo. Exit Castile. Hier. What, are you ready, Balthazar? Bring a chair and a cushion for the king.15 Enter Balthazar, with a chair. Well done, Balthazar! hang up the title: Our scene is Rhodes. What, is your beard on? Bal. Half on; the other is in my hand. Hier. Despatch for shame; are you so long? Exit Balthazar. Bethink thyself, Hieronimo,20 Recall thy wits, recount thy former wrongs Thou hast receiv’d by murder of thy son, And lastly, not least! how Isabel, Once his mother and thy dearest wife, All woe-begone for him, hath slain herself.25 Behoves thee then, Hieronimo, to be reveng’d! The plot is laid of dire revenge: On, then, Hieronimo, pursue revenge; For nothing wants but acting of revenge! Exit Hieronimo.